The jerk was messing with me.

Refusing to let him win, I kept chewing and swallowed with an exaggerated flair.

Then, with a smirk, I raised a hand and tipped his chin up using a single finger. Leaning in close, I murmured, "We’ve already done that together—does it even matter?"

Dorian's eyes darkened, but before he could respond, I pulled back, spun around, and darted toward the bathroom to wash my hands.

He’d managed to ruin ...